You drive from the coast,
i drive from the town.
You bring my best forth,
with words from your mouth.
We could drink by the firth,
forget what we're 'bout.
Your silence holds worth,
my only way out.
We could meet,
you make a downbeat,
oh, so sweet.
We could meet,
i follow your pace,
can't be beat.
You look like a riddle,
i laugh in your eyes.
We stand in the middle,
beneath the same skies.
You move just a little,
a pleasant surprise,
and you, my slowpoke,
are perfectly wise.
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